Romantic Cynic: Can’t Rationalize Away Missing Someone

Keri Hilson’s “Energy”

It’s been a few weeks since I returned to single (hopefully not fully returning to perpetual singledom but we’ll just have to see…) and I’m wondering why it continues to weigh on my mind.  It’s not that I’m taking it badly per se.  In fact, I’ve realized and rationalized this particular breakup enough to be able to list out what I learned and prepare to carry those lessons into the next relationship (maybe).  Plus, being two relatively mature and rational people, we ended things on “good terms.”  Neither hates the other person or feels overly guilty (my personal gauges for a clean break).   That’s great, right?

Normally upon ending a relationship, there are some strong feelings.  You either can’t stand the person and relish in being angry, are heartbroken and wallow in your misery, or know you didn’t treat that person fairly and hide from your guilt.  Those are all feelings I understand, can rationalize and know how to handle.  Unfortunately, I don’t find myself able to relate to any or just one of these reactions.

I am both hurt and angry that someone I cared about no longer cares about me.  Although I can’t help but wonder if I cared so much because he’d become a regular part of my life in a relatively short period of time or if I made him a regular part of my life in such a short period of time because I cared so much.  Semantics.  The important thing is that I cared, had gotten used to having him around and now he’s not.  A man I developed affection for was no longer willing to play an active role in my life.  And to be completely honest, I wasn’t all that willing to play the part he wanted me to play in his.

But I also feel a little guilty for not being able to ignore how my actions and emotions might have been interpreted and received.  I was told point-blank what was needed of me and I only gave what wasn’t vulnerable.  Although there were questionable and shady going-ons, I decided to just enjoy myself with him, with us.  So in addition to hurt, anger and guilt, I now just feel normal again; single, in control, not bitter but guarded.  The problem is that that normal is no longer necessarily the desired feeling.  I was enjoying feeling special again.

As I find myself evaluating this lose, I am annoyed that I genuinely miss him. But the thing that annoys me more is having to admit (and therefore address) that I miss us even more.

Missing a person is normal.  It’s natural.  It makes sense.  If you spend enough voluntary (important distinction) time with someone, you’re bound to grow fond of them, close to them.  If they happen to be attractive, available and of the gender of your preference, it’s quite possible that fondness could develop into a more physical expression.  Once they’re gone (for whatever reason), you’d have to be extremely cold or indifferent not to miss that person and/or being with them.

However, what I’m begrudgingly realizing is that I also really miss the thought and feeling of being a part of an us. I miss a hand on the small of my back.  A whispering baritone voice sending chills down my spine.  Hoping someone in particular left you that blinking message on your phone.  Knowing someone wants to see you after a long day at work.  Daydreaming.  Feeling attractive.  Worrying about being attractive for/to one person in particular rather than any and no one.  Having an excuse to even entertain the idea of being sexy.  Smiling for no reason anyone around you will understand.  Not wanting to be alone and having one person who’ll enjoy just being with you, no agendas.  Not understanding why but believing someone considers you more special and finding comfort in that.  I miss being a happy choice.

While it’d be great if we’d gotten comfortable enough to do and feel those things (consistently) for each other, I understand it simply wasn’t meant to happen for us.  And while I can’t possibly understand why it would be difficult to be in a relationship with me :-), there’s no point worrying why one person in particular wouldn’t choose to.  The most important thing to note is the “not.”  Not having it/him/us doesn’t make me less.  I’m perfectly happy, capable and whole single.  I’m used to single.  Single’s comfortable.  But as painful as it is for such a fiercely independent person to admit, having it/him/us did make me feel a little more.  I’m just kind of missing that more.  I’d forgotten that special.

Failing to rationalize away missing being someone to someone,

Jo’van

No Patience for You: Why I Am Not a Fan of Outdoor Cat Owners

My roommate and I recently moved and I am so excited.  We’ve upgraded from a 2nd floor apartment to a house with a fenced in backyard, much larger kitchen, 2-car garage, amongst other things.  The rent’s a little higher but well worth it, more space for us and more space for our two dogs.  Now we can wake up and just kick the dogs outside to do their business rather than have to get dressed, leash them, etc.  With every good thing, comes a bad.  We now are responsible for maintaining a yard; mowing the lawn, trimming the trees and hedges, etc.  With all that we’re getting, that’s not so bad.  The lawnmower’s even included.  So what’s my issue?  Our neighbor’s cats.

The lady next door to us has at least 6 outdoor cats.  The one time I’ve spoken with her, I counted a half a dozen cats sitting in her yard, climbing on our fence, sitting on her front porch, sitting on top of my car and rubbing up against my leg.  Jokes about crazy cat ladies aside, I agree anyone is should be able to have as many pets and they like and can take care of.  As long as you keep a clean home, feed and care for them, cats are generally independent animals, often considered the easiest of the huggable domestic animals.  And despite the fact that I’m allergic to them, I don’t dislike cats.  My problems are usually with their owners.

As a sensitive dog owner, I am generally annoyed by the concept of outdoor cats.  Anytime my dogs growl at someone or something, poop in public and I have to search for a bag, lick themselves when other people are around our do just about anything else that’s not considered “best behavior”, I get embarrassed.  Yes, I know they are just dogs and will do things dog-like.  And I love them for it.  However, as a pet owner, I realize they are my responsibility.  If they scare a child at the park, I’m responsible.  When Rodman bit someone last winter, I was responsible.  When they poop in public, I’m responsible for cleaning it up. And on and on.  They are our furry children.  However, it seems outdoor cat owners do not feel this same level of public responsibility.

Outdoor cats are notorious for annoying non-cat owners/lovers.  Between the cats in this neighborhood, those at our old apartment complex, and those my neighbors had growing up, outdoor cats have sprayed my house (worse, my bedroom window), walked all over our cars, entered our yard as they like, fought under my bedroom window, gotten entirely too comfortable in my car when the door was open unloading groceries, pranced into and around our home, aggravated our dogs and treated our flower beds as personal litter boxes.  While these are all things “cats just do”, they would only happen if/when their owners decide to let their domesticated animals roam free.

If I were to let my dog roam free, he would quickly be picked up by the city, sent to the pound until I claim him, adopted out or put down.  I can’t simply put bowls for food and water on my front porch and consider my job as a pet owner done.  If my dog takes a dump in/on someone’s yard, I’m responsible for cleaning it up.   (I realize all dog owners do not do this but it is the common and legal expectation.)  Where are the cat owners when their 15 lbs cats poop in our flower bed right next to the front door?  My dog’s 15 lbs.  Their poop’s the same size.  Can I just leave it?  What about if their cat’s sick?  If/when my dogs sniff (or eat, yes, I have a cat poop eating dog) the cat feces, will anyone else be paying for the vet bills if the cat has worms?  The only way to prevent this would be still leashing our dogs and observing them as they are out and about in our own yard.  What’s the point then?

And what about me?  I’m allergic to cat dander.  Typically, I just sneeze and my eyes burn.  In severe cases, however, my throat constricts and I feel like I’m having as asthma attack.  I understand my allergies are not my neighbor’s fault.  But when she pointed out one of her cats (I can’t remember its name) and told me that’s the one that’ll climb into your car and hang out in your home, I mentioned to her that I’m allergic.  She seemed completely unphased.  I continued, letting her know that if a cat enters my car or home, I might have complications.  She just stared at me blankly.  I wondered if I’d mentioned a bb gun to prevent that from happening if she’d have reacted then…

With this woman, I realize there’s not going to be anything that we’re going to be able to do.  She’s obviously lived this way for quite some time and sees no issue with her roaming, flea-carrying, poop and dander depositing fur balls.  My roommate’s purchased a variety of anti-cat products for the yard and I’ve decided to let the dogs out into the yard anytime I see one of those cats looking for their next litter box spot.  Outside of that, I just have to live with it.  I wish no ill will for the cats and I hope Café, our 80 lb mutt, never gets a hold of one of her cats.  But I can’t help but wonder if I could send her my doctor’s bills after an asthma attack, car detailing bills after one’s nestled itself in my passenger seat or train Rodman to shit in her yard without picking it up…

Annoyed and plotting,

Jo’van

The World…As I See It: Differing Interpretations

This song doesn’t exactly fit but I just heard it this week and wanted to share.  Vivian Green’s “Save Me”

When you meet someone and get to know them, whoever they are to you is simply whoever they are.  Your time, experiences, conversations define who and what that person is.  Whether they’re smart, silly, mean, a hard ass or a push over, you know them.  Or at least you know a part of them.  I doubt most people are naïve enough to think they know everything about someone else, but you do grow to consider yourself an expert of sorts.

I recently got to know a new person.   We spent enough time together for me to feel comfortable in my judgment of that person and their character.  Not everything is/was perfect and positive but the negative just helps define the character.  I got to know this person.  Good, bad, indifferent, laughter, arguments, I got to know this person.

Along comes a mutual friend to redefine that person.  They’ve known the new person longer and in different lights.  The things I’d chosen to ignore were BIG deals for the friend.  The issues they’d experienced were foreign to me (although I could usually see it if I really wanted to admit it).   While I trust my friend and take their opinions to heart, how do I reconcile these two interpretations of one person?

Were the things I learned life altering?  No.  Did I just discover this person is a murderer, rapist, chronic cheater, child hater, secret prostitute/gigolo or anything that severe or ridiculous?  No, not at all.  They’re just not the person I believed or wanted to believe they were.  The things I excused hoping they were momentary may turn out to just be genuine character flaws.  So now what?

Nothing really.  Unless the new information is so shocking I lose respect for the person, it’s just new information.  Now, it may make me question the nature and/or intensity of my relationship with this person, but it’s not necessarily a deal breaker.  It could just force new contract negotiations.

Hopefully, new information about any situation just makes you evaluate what you know and how you feel about someone.  And in this case, it’s done just that for me.  This new information validates the unpleasant gut feelings I had but tried to suppress while also forcing me defend things I understood better.  In the end, I am a curious person.  I am analytical AND emotional.  I want as much information as possible to feel my opinions are valid and my reactions are aligned with reality.  Sometimes that level of information can only be gleaned from other people’s perspectives.  No matter how unpleasant or disappointing.

Regaining faith in my gut again,

Jo’van

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